Some say that Father’s Day (like Mother’s Day) was invented to sell greeting cards (and neckties).  Nonetheless, I think it is important to remember and honor those who make us mothers.

The father of my children had a difficult childhood, having been born in Berlin in 1930.  That may be partly why he was grateful for our fifty-six years together.  And he was a great dad—from his coaching of boys’ soccer to sleeping in a bunk with snoring other dads at Father’s weekend at the “Y” camp our boys attended.

Now, one of his sons is the father of two sons and the other is expecting his first son.

He would be thrilled.